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Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg:
That I essentially am not in madness, Yea, curbo and woo, for leave to do him good. But mad in craft. 'Twere good, you let him know: Queen. O Hamlet! thou hast cleft my heart in For who, that's but a queen, fair, sober, wise, twain.
Would from a paddock, from a bat, a gib, Ham. O, throw away the worser part of it, Such dear concernings hide? who would do so? And live the purer with the other half.
No, in despite of sense, and secrecy,
Let the birds fly: and, like the famous ape,
And break your own neck down.
Queen. Be thou assur'd, if words be made of He likewise gives a frock, or livery,
breath, That aptly is put on: Refrain to-night;
And breath of life, I have no life to breathe And that shall lend a kind of easiness
What thou hast said to me. To the next abstinence: the next more easy: Ham. I must to England; you know that? For use almost can change the stamp of nature, Queen.
Alack, And either curb the devil, or throw him out I had forgot; 'tis so concluded on. With wondrous potency. Once more good night! Ham. There's letters seal'd: and my two schoolAnd when you are desirous to be bless'd,
fellows, I'll blessing beg of you. For this same lord, Whom I will trust, as I will adders fang’d, —
[Pointing 'to Polonios. They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way, I do repent: But heaven hath pleas'd it s0,- And marshal me to knavery: Let it work; To punish me with this, and this with me, For 'tis the sport to have the engineer That I must be their scourge and minister. Hoist with his own petar:' and it shall go hard, I will bestow him, and will answer well
But I will delve one yard below their mines, The death I gave him. So again good night! - And blow them at the moon: 0, 'tis most sweet, I must be cruel, only to be kind:
When in one line two crafts directly meet.Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind. This man shall set me packing. But one word more, good lady.
I'll lug the guts into the neighbor room :Queen.
What shall I do? | Mother, good night.-Indeed, this counsellor Ham. Not this, by no means, that I bid you do: Is now most still, most secret, and most grave, Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed; Who was in life a foolish prating knave. Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you, his mouse; Come, sir, to draw toward an end with you: And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses, а
Good night, mother. Or paddling in your neck with his damned fingers, [Exeunt severally; Hamlet dragging in Make you to ravel all this matter out,
SCENE 1.-4 Room in the Castle. But, like the owner of a foul disease,
To keep it from divulging, let it feed Enter King, QUEEN, Rosencrantz, and Guil- Even on the pith of life. Where is he gone?
Queen. To draw apart the body he hath kill'd;
O’er whom his very madness, like some ore, King. There's matter in these sighs; these pro- Among a mineral of metals base, found heaves;
Shows itself pure; he weeps for what is done. You must translate: 'tis fit we understand them:
King. 0, Gertrude, come away! Where is your son ?
The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch, Queen. Bestow this place on us a little while. But we will ship him bence: and this vile deed
[To Rosencrantz and GUILDENSTERN, We must, with all our majesty and skill,
Both countenance and excuse.-Ho! GuildenAh, my good lord, what have I seen to-night!
stern! King. What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet?
Enter RosENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERX. Queen. Mad as the sea, and wind, when both contend
Friends both, go join you with some further aid: Which is the mightier: In his lawless fit,
Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain, Behind the arras hearing something stir,
And from his mother's closet hath he dragged him: Whips out his rapier, cries, A rat! a rat!
Go seek him out: speak fair, and bring the body And, in this brainish apprehension, kills
Into the chapel. I pray you haste in this. The unseen good old man.
(Exeunt Ros. and Guil. King.
O heavy deed!
Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest friends: It had been so with us, had we been there:
And let them know both what we mean to do, His liberty is full of threats to all;
And what's untimely done: so, haply, slander, To you yourself, to us, to every one.
Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter,
Transports his poison'd shot, ---may miss our name, Should have kept short, restrain'd, and out of | And hit the woundless air.-0 come away! haunt,
My soul is full of discord, and dismay. [Exeunt. This mad young man: but, so much was our love, We would not understand what was most fit;
• Having their teeth. • Blown up with his own bomb. 3 Bend.
SCENE II.-Another Room in the same. beggar, is but variable service; two dishes, but to Enter HAMLET.
one table; that's the end. Ham.
King. Alas, alas!
Ham. A man may fish with the worm that hath Hamlet ! lord Hamlet!] But soft!-what noise ? who calls on Hamlet? O, here they come.
eat of a king; and eat of the fish that hath led of
that worm. Enter RosenCRANTZ and Gu DENSTERN. King. What dost thou mean by this? Ros. What have you done, my lord, with the Ham. Nothing, but to show you how a king dead body?
may go a progress through the guts of a beggar. Ham. Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis kin. King. Where is Polonius? Ros. Tell us where 'tis; that we may take it Ham. In heaven; send thither to see: if your thence,
messenger find him not there, seek him i' the other And bear it to the chapel.
place yourself. But, indeed, if you find him not Ham. Do not believe it.
within this month, you shall nose him as you go Ros. Believe what?
up the stairs into the lobby. Ham. That I can keep your counsel, and not King. Go seek him there. (To some Attendants. mine own. Besides, to be demanded of a sponge Ham. He will stay till you come. what replication should be made by the son of a
[Exeunt Attendants. king?
King. Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial Ros. Take you me for a sponge, my lord ?
safety,– Ham. Ay, sir; that soaks up the king's counte- Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve nance, his rewards, his authorities. But such officers For that which thou hast done,-must send thee do the king best service in the end: He keeps them,
hence like an ape, in the corner of his jaw; first mouthed, With fiery quickness: Therefore, prepare thyself; to be last swallowed: When he needs what you The bark is ready, and the wind at help. have gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and, sponge, The associates tend, and every thing is bent you shall be dry again.
For England. Ros. I understand you not, my lord.
Ham. For England? Ham. I am glad of it: a knavish speech sleeps King
Ay, Hamlet. in a foolish ear.
Good. Ros. My lord, you must tell us where the body King. So is it, if thou knew'st our purposes. is, and go with us to the king.
Ham. I see a cherub, that sees them.-But, Ham. The body is with the king, but the king come, for England !-Farewell, dear mother. is not with the body. The king is a thing
King. Thy loving father, Hamlet. Guil. A thing, my lord ?
Ham. My mother: Father and mother is man and Ham. Of nothing: bring me to him. Hide wife; man and wife is one flesh; and so, my mother. fox, and all after.' [Exeunt. Come, for England !
King. Follow him at foot: tempt him with speed SCENE III.- Another Room in the same.
aboard; Enter King, attended.
Delay it not, I'll have him hence to-night: King. I have sent to seek him, and to find the That else leans on the affair: Pray you, make haste.
Away; for every thing is seal'd and done body. How dangerous is it, that this man goes loose !
[Exrunt Ros. and Guil.
And, England, if my love thou hold'st at aught, Yet must not we put the strong law on him: He's lov'd of the distracted multitude,
(As my great power thereof may give thee sense; Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes;
Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red And, where 'tis so, the offender's scourge is weigh’d, Pays homage to us.) thou mayst not coldly set"
After the Danish sword, and thy free awe But never the offence. To bear all smooth and Our sovereign process; which imports at full, This sudden sending him away must seem
By letters conjuring to that effect, Deliberate pause: Diseases, desperate grown,
The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England;
For like the hectic in my blood he rages, By desperate appliance are reliev'd,
And thou must cure me: Till I know 'tis done, Enter RosenCRANTZ.
Howe'er my haps, my joys will ne'er begin. [Exit. Or not at all.-How now? what hath befallen?
SCENE IV.-A Plain in Denmark.
Enter Fortinbras, and Forces, marching.
For. Go, captain, from me greet the Danish king; Ros. Without, my lord; guarded, to know your Tell him, that, by his licence, Fortinbras pleasure.
Craves the conveyance of a promised march King. Bring him before us.
Over his kingdom. You know the rendezvous. Ros. Ho, Guildenstern ? bring in my lord.
If that his majesty would aught with us,
And let him know so.
I will do't, my lord.
For. Go softly on.
[Exeunt FORTINBRAS and Forces. a certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at
Enter HAMIft, RosencraNTZ, GUILDENhim. Your worm is your only emperor for diet:
STERN, &c. we fat all creatures else, to fat us: and we fat our- Ham. Good sir, whose powers are these? selves for maggots: Your fat king, and your lean Cap. They are of Norway, sir. : A sport among children.
• Value, estimate.
How purpos’d, sir, | There's tricks i' the world; and hems, and beats I pray you?
her heart; Сар. Against some part of Poland. Spurns enviously at straws: speaks things in doubt, Ham.
Who That carry but half sense: her speech is nothing, Commands them, sir?
Yet the unshaped use of it doth move
Ham. Goes it against the main of Poland, sir, And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts; Or for some frontier ?
Which, as her winks, and nods, and gestures yield Cap. Truly to speak, sir, and with no addition,
them, We go to gain a little patch of ground,
Indeed would make one think, there might be That hath in it no profit but the name.
thought, To pay five ducats, five, I would not farm it; Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily. Nor will it yield to Norway, or the Pole,
Queen. 'Twere good she were spoken with; for A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee.
she may strew Ham. Why, then the Polack never will defend it. Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds: Cap. Yes, 'tis already garrison'd.
Let her come in.
[Exit Horatio. Ham. Two thousand souls, and twenty thou- To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is, sand ducats,
Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss : Will not debate the question of this straw: So full of artless jealousy is guilt, This is the imposthume of much wealth and peace; It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. That inward breaks, and shows no cause without Why the man dies.— I humbly thank you, sir.
Re-enter Horatio, with Ophelia. Cap. God be wi' you, sir. [Exit Captain.
Oph. Where is the beauteous majesty of DenRos. Will't please you go, my lord?
mark? Han. I will be with you straight. Go a little
Queen. How now, Ophelia ?
From another one ?
By his cockle hat and staff,
And his sandle shoon. [Singing. Be but to sleep, and feed? a beast, no more. Queen. Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song ? Sure, He, that made us with such large discourse,
Oph. Say you ? nay, pray you, mark. Looking before, and after, gave us not
He is dead and gone, lady, [Sings. That capability and godlike reason
He is dead and gone : To fust' in us unused. Now, whether it be
At his head a gruss-green turf, Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple
At his heels a stone. of thinking too precisely on the event, — A thought, which quarter’d, hath but one part
0, ho ! wisdom,
Queen. Nay, but Ophelia, And, ever, three parts coward,—I do not know Oph.
Pray you, mark. Why yet I live to say, This thing's to do;
White his shroud as the mountain snow, Sith" I have cause, and will, and strength, and means,
[Sings. To do't. Examples, gross as earth, exhort me:
Queen. Alas, look here, my lord.
Oph. Larded all with sweet flowers ;
Which bewept to the grave go, Exposing what is mortal, and unsure,
With true-love showers. To all that fortune, death, and danger, dare, King. How do you, pretty lady? Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great, Oph. Well, God 'ield you! They say the owl Is not to stir without great argument;
was a baker's daughter. Lord, we know what we But greatly to find quarrel in a straw,
are, but know not what we may be. God be at When honor's at the stake. How stand I then, That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd,
King. Conceit upon her father. Excitements of my reason, and my blood,
Oph. Pray, let us have no words this; but And let all sleep? while, to my shame, I see when they ask you, what it means, say you this: The imminent death of twenty thousand men,
Good morrow, 'tis Saint Valentine's day, That, for a fantasy, and trick of fame,
All in the morning betime, Go to their graves like beds; fight for a plot
And I a maid at your window, Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
To be your Valentine. Which is not tomb enough, and continent
he rose, To hide the slain ?-0, from this time forth
and don'd his clothes, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth! [Exit.
And dupp'd' the chamber door;
Let in the maid, that out a maid
King. Pretty Ophelia !
Oph. Indeed, without an oath, I'll make an end Hor. She is importunate ; indeed, distract;
on't: Her mood will needs be pitied.
By Gis,' and by Saint Charity,' Queen.
What would she have ? Alack, and fie for shame! Hor. She speaks much of her father ; says, she Young men will do't, if they come to't; hears,
By cock, they are to blame. • Power of comprehension. *Grow mouldy.
your table !
? Reward. * Cowardly.
· Saints in the Roman-catholic calendar.
3 Do up
Quoth she, Before you tumbled me,
Calmly, good Laertes.
Laer. That drop of blood, that's calm, proclaims [He answers.]
me bastard ; So would I ha' done, by yonder sun,
Cries, cuckold, to my father; brands the harlot
Even here, between the chaste unsmirched brow An thou hadst not come to my bed..
Of my true mother. King. How long hath she been thus?
What is the cause, Laertes, Oph. I hope, all will be well. We must be That thy rebellion looks so giant-like ?patient: but I cannot choose but weep, to think, Let him go, Gertrude ; do not fear our person; they should lay him i' the cold ground: My brother There's such divinity doth hedge a king, shall know of it, and so I thank you for your good That treason can but peep to what it would, counsel. Come, my coach! Good night, ladies; Acts little of his will. - Tell me, Laertes, good night, sweet ladies: good night, good night. Why thou art thus incens'd ;-Let him go, Ger
[Exit. trude ;King. Follow her close ; give her good watch, Speak, man. I pray you.
Laer. Where is my father? O, this is the poison of deep grief; it springs King:
Dead. All from her father's death : And now behold, Queen.
But not by him. ( Gertrude, Gertrude,
King. Let him demand his fill. When sorrows come, they come not single spies, Laer. How came he dead ? I'll not be juggled But in battalions! First, her father slain ;
with: Next, your son gone; and he most violent author To hell, allegiance ! vows, to the blackest devil! Of his own just remove: The people muddied,
Conscience, and grace, to the profoundest pit! Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and I dare damnation: To this point I stand, whispers,
That both the worlds I give to negligence, For good Polonius' death; and we have done but Let come what comes; only I'll be revenged greenly,
Most thoroughly for my father. In hugger-mugger to inter him: Poor Ophelia
Who shall stay you ! Divided from herself, and her fair judgment; Laer. My will; not all the world's : Without the which we are pictures, or mere beasts. And, for my means, I'll husband them so well, Last, and as much containing as all these, They shall go far with little. Her brother is in secret come from France :
of your dear father's death, is't writ in your revenge, With pestilent speeches of his father's death ; That, sweepstake, you will draw both friend and foe, Wherein, necessity of matter beggard,
Winner and loser ? Will nothing stick our person to arraign
Laer. None but his enemies. In ear and ear. O my dear Gertrude, this,
Will you know them then? Like to a murdering piece, in many places
Laer. To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my Gives me superfluous death! [A Noise within.
Alack! what noise is this? And, like the kind life-rend'ring pelican,
Repast them with my blood.
Why, now you speak
That I am guiltless of your father's death, What is the matter ?
And am most sensibly in grief for it, Gent.
Save yourself, my lord; The ocean, overpeering of his list,
It shall as level to your judgment 'pear,
As day does to your eye. Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste,
Danes. [Within.] Let her come in. Than young Laertes, in a riotous head,
Laer. How now! what noise is that? O’erbears your officers! The rabble call him lord; And, as the world were now but to begin, Enter Ophelia, fantastically dressed with Straws Antiquity forgot, custom not known,
and Flowers. The ratifiers and props of every word,
O heat, dry up my brains ! tears seven times salt, They cry, Choose we ; Laertes shall be king! Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye!Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the clouds, By heaven, thy madness shall be paid with weight, Laertes shall be king, Laertes king!
Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May ! Queen. How cheerfully on the false trail* they Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia ! cry!
O heavens! is't possible, a young maid's wits
King. The doors are broke. [Noise within. Nature is fine' in love: and, where 'tis fine,
Oph. They bore him barefaced on the bier ;
Hey no nonny, nonny hey nonny :
And in his grave rain'd many a tear ;-
[They retire without the door. Fare you well, my dove ! Laer. I thank you :-keep the door. O thou
Laer. Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade vile king,
revenge, Give me my father.
It could not move thus.
Oph. You must sing, Down-e-down, an you call Hounds run counter when they trace the scent backwards. • Clean, undefiled.
him a-down-a. O, how the wheel' becomes it! It Hor. [Reads.] Horatio, when thou shalt have is the false steward, that stole his master's daughter. wverlooked this, give these fellows some means to the
Laer. This nothing's more than matter. king; they have letters for him. Ere we were two
Oph. There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; days old at sea, a pirate of very warlike appointment pray you, love, remember; and there is pansies, gave us chase: finding ourselves too slow of sail, we that's for thoughts.
put on a compelled valor; and in the grapple, I Laer. A document in madness; thoughts and boarded them on the instant they got clear of our remembrance fitted.
ship; 80 I alone became their prisoner, They Oph. There's fennel for you, and columbines :- have dealt with me like thieves of mercy; but they there's rue for you; and here's some for me :- knew what they did; I am to do a good turn for we may call it, herb of grace o' Sundays - you them. Let the king have the letters I have sent; may wear your rue with a difference. There's a and repair thou to me with as much haste as thou daisy :- I would give you some violets; but they wouldst fly death. I have words to speak in thine withered all, when my father died :—They say, he ear will make thee dumb; yet are they much too made a good end,
light for the bore of the matter. These good felFor bonny sweet Robin is all my joy,
lows will bring thee where I am. Rosencrantz and [Sings.
Guildenstern hold their course for England; of Laer. Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself
, them I have much to tell thee. Farewell. She turns to favor, and to prettiness.
He that thou knowest thine, Hamlet. Oph. And will he not come again? [Sings. Come, I will give you way for these your letters ; And will he not come again?
And do't the speedier, that you may direct me
To him from whom you brought them. [Exeunt.
SCENE VII.-Another Room in the same.
Enter King and LAERTES.
King. Now must your conscience my acquittance
seal, And we cast away moan ;
And you must put me in your heart for friend; God’a mercy on his soul !
Sith you have heard, and with a knowing ear, And of all Christian souls ! I pray God. God be That he, which hath your noble father slain, .wi' you!
[Exit Ophelia. Pursued my life. Laer. Do you see this, O God?
It well appears :—but tell me, King. Laertes, I must commune with your grief, Why you proceeded not against these feats, Or you deny me right. Go but apart.
So crimeful and so capital in nature, Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will, As by your safety, greatness, wisdom, all things else, And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and me: You mainly were stirr'd up. If by direct or by collateral hand
0, for two special reasons : They find us touch’d, we will our kingdom give, Which may to you, perhaps, seem much unsinew'd, Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours, But yet to me they are strong. The queen his To you in satisfaction ; but, if not,
She is so conjunctive to my life and soul,
That, as the star moves not but in his sphere,
Is, the great love the general gender bear him; Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth, Who, dipping all his faults in their affection, That I must call't in question.
Work like the spring that turneth wood to stone King.
So you shall, Convert his gyves to graces; so that my arrows, And where the offence is, let the great axe fall. Too slightly timber'd for so loud a wind, I pray you, go with me.
[Exeunt. Would have reverted to my bow again,
And not where I had aim'd them.
Laer. And so have I a noble father lost;
A sister driven into desperate terms;
Sailors, sir ; Stood challenger on mount of all the age They say, they have letters for you.
For her perfections:-But my revenge will come. Hor.
Let them come in : King. Break not your sleeps for that: you must [Exit Servant.
not think, I do not know from what part of the world That we are made of stuff so flat and dull, I should be greeted, if not from lord Hamlet. That we can let our beard be shook with danger, Enter Sailors.
And think it pastime. You shortly shall hear more: 1 Sail. God bless you, sir.
I loved your father, and we love ourself;
And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine, Hor. Let him bless thee too. 1 Sail
. He shall, sir, an't please him. There's How now ? what news? a letter for you, sir; it comes from the ambassador
Enter a Messenger. that was bound for England; if your name be Ho- Mess.
Letters, my lord, from Hamlet: ratio, as I am let to know it is.
This to your majesty; this to the queen. · The burthen.
King. From Hamlet ? who brought them? ri. e. By its Sunday name, "herb of grace," mine is merely rue, i. e. sorrow.
• Common people.